Phải học cách tự lo cho mình chứ, buồn thì ai mà chả có, thất bại thì ai mà chưa từng . Nhìn " thằng bạn thân" của mình xem. Thất bại nhiều không? Đấy! nhưng h nó thế nào? khỏe khoắn đấy thôi. Mọi chuyện vẫn như xưa mà! cái bức tường vô hình đó cũng thành chân không từ lâu rồi. Đâu phải cứ gọi điện, nhắn tin mới là quan tâm. Đâu phải biết hết mọi chuyện của nhau mới là chia sẽ.
Khá rồi đấy, chín chắn rồi đấy, biết suy nghĩ cặn kẻ rồi đấy. Mà thêm chút lạc quan thì hay biết mấy. Cố lên nào, muốn khóc thì cứ khóc mà phải vững vàng vượt qua.
For my friend. John Mraz - A beautiful mess
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You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is
And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are [x7]
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.
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